Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Former-Member]

Thinking of you @Silenus

[Silenus]

Thank you everyone for such depths of kindness that cut through the cold. I do indeed feel blessed.

[Silenus]

If nothing else, the pain I feel awakens inspiration to write. This double-edged sword I would not wish to sheath even if it gave an end to the pain...


To this young-old writer, words are the greatest gift. They offer healing and one of the many paths to wisdom and peace. May the peace beyond words reach out to you and warm you in even the darkest of times.

[Silenus]

Pain teaches an unenlightened person enlightenment and an enlightened person compassion. For that alone, all of the pain in the world is worth it.

[Silenus]

A short poem that seeks to unperplex and reveal a hint of wisdom's guiding light...

The Conundrum of Karma

Bad karma will get you
For wishing bad karma on people.

[Silenus]

My dad is stable in his hospital bed, still waiting for tests to determine the best path forward... hopefully tomorrow we will know more. Hugs to you all...

[Silenus]

Cornerstones

The illusion of choice is one of the cornerstones of our society;
The illusion of freedom is another of the cornerstones;
The reality of pain is the third cornerstone;
The power of love to transcend it all is the final and greatest cornerstone of all.

[Silenus]

And So It Comes Again

As often happens for me in times of deep emotional stress,
The gift that is bipolar comes to curse and yet to bless;
Hypomania comes to steal away the darkness,
Offers luminosity to counter the uniform starkness;
It comes to fill me with false happiness and boundless energy,
In conflict there arrives a certain saving synergy;
It comes to take the bones of my body away from the gnawing black dog of depression,
Emotions come and go in mad and confusing revelrous procession.

[Silenus]

Can't... Stop... Writing...

Icarus. Rest a spell, as the wax begins to drip,
You've only just begun this mighty feathered trip;
Do not be a slave to freedom, like a moth to the flame,
You know not this boundless energy, or how to ever tame;
The first feather breaks its bond to your arm,
With wild and beating wings, you do yourself most harm.

[Mazarita]

A wild writing ride, @Silenus. Decades ago I wrote my way through a crisis. It helped to have that outlet. At times like this the breath always comes to mind. As in, I need to remember it as much as possible, and take some deep breaths. I'm taking some now for you. (Done. 4 rounds of breaths on a count of 4). Peace and warmth to you. Maz